O Water O Thirst Poem by Mohon Raihan

Thirsty are my two eyes,
yet the sea is far far away.
A red rose seems to blossom
in my thirst
to kiss which I have kept
my lips dry for a long long time.
In the port of my eyes
like the Saharan desert
only a mirage shimmers in vain,
yet in the soil of my heart
I go on sowing dreams;
like a poor humble fellow
I rush forward again and again.

Some day I shall surely cross
this parched land,
this cremation ground,
like a ship touching green nature
I shall arrive at the vicinity
of cool water,
and my thirst will come to an end;
it will be quenched.